3 "What would you do, love, when home returning, With hope high burning, with wealth for you, If my bark, that bounded o'er foreign foam, Should be lost near home, ah! what would you do?" "So thou wert spared I'll bless the morrow, In want and sorrow, that left me you, And I'd welcome thee from the wasting billow, Thy heart my pillow-that's what I'd do." I 180. I LEFT my love in England, The tears hung heavy in my eyes, For, thinking of the days to come, 66 1 Farewell," I said, "if seasons pass, And morning dawns on darkest night, 2 I left my love in England, And sail'd the stormy sea, To earn my bread by honest toil, I wrought and strove from morn to night, And every summer gave me wealth, And made the little more. At length I bought the field I plough'd, The morning dawn'd on heavy nigl.t, 3 I sought my love in England, And sit beneath my own oak-tree The children smiling round the board, 181. I OH! the Lady of the Lea, Fair and young and gay was she, The Lady of the Lea. Many a wooer sought her hand, Oh, the Lady, &c. 2 When she had in bower or hall Banquet high or festival, On every side her glance would fall, But, when ask'd if she would wed, 66 Sirs, we would be free; Oh, the Lady, &c. 3 To her bower at length there came Still she put his suit aside, Oh, the Lady of the Lea, Cold within the tomb lies she, Sleeping peacefully! Oh, the Lady, &c. 182. I THE sun is setting slowly Those pretty tinkling bells! 2 Oh! how those sounds remind me Once more I roam the wild wood, Those pretty tinkling bells! 183. I I DREAM of all things free! That sweeps through storm and sea Goes bounding in his glee; 2 I dream of some proud bird, On whose breast no sail may be; 3 Of a happy forest child, With the fawns and flowers at play ; With the stars to guide his way : 184. IA WIND came up out of the sea, And said, "O mist! make room for me;" It hail'd the ships, and cried, "Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone!" And hurried landward far away, Crying, "Awake! it is the day!" 2 It said unto the forest, "Shout! Hang all your leafy banners out!" It touch'd the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing! And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer, Your clarion blow, the day is near!" 3 It whisper'd to the fields of corn, "Bow down, and hail the coming morn!" It shouted through the belfry tow'r, Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour!" It cross'd the churchyard with a sigh, And said, "Not yet-in quiet lie! 185. I I'M lonesome since I cross'd the hill, Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill, I seek no more the fine and gay, 2 Oh! ne'er shall I forget the night, But now I'm bound to Brighton camp, To the girl I've left behind me. 4 Her golden hair in ringlets fair, Her eyes like diamonds shining, 5 The bee shall honey taste no more, The falling waves shall cease to roar, The vows we register'd above Shall ever cheer and bind me In constancy to her I love, The girl I've left behind me. 186. I YOUNG Tom the carman's tongue was slow A sorry gift of speech had he; He'd rather let his horses know His secret thoughts than you or me. 2 Fair Susan's glance was proud and cold, |